Like every day
today
we wake up
naked
regardless how
many layers
we wear.
All day
we’re naked,
trying our best
to pretend
that we
are not.
There are those
who hear
right through
the shirts
the hats
the coats,
who hear
the words that
every heart
is beating
under vests,
and v-neck tees—
hold me,
hold me,
hold me,
let me
go.
It doesn’t seem obvious to me, but the title in green letters at the top of the post is an audio recording for those who want to hear it …
I like the idea of the audio link. Though it opens to a blank window on my Mac, there is no audio recording to play. Darn.
As for the poem, I find the short syllable lines all the way down in couples, so to speak, very appealing. The entire poem reads beautifully, the ending revealing.
But speaking of revealing, that title really has to go. I mean, with such powerful and provocative opening lines, “Like every day we wake up naked…” you could use something equally provocative, at least a little more shocking or innuendo-ish. Nice poem, a keeper.
Perhaps a condensation/distillation of the closing lines could be the title: Hold Me Go.
I do like the calling by name of (one of) our suspended tensions in those closing lines.
I think, perhaps, we _wish_ we were naked; or at least seen transparently and unadorned, and no one minding a bit. (Or maybe see ourselves as others see us. “Oh, so that’s not such a secret—they all know. And, hunh, turns out it doesn’t really matter all that much to them. I had no idea.”)
Hmmm… maybe we _are_ more naked than we realize…
thank you for being one of the those who can “hear right through.” love.
Absolute perfection.
hey sweet fey, so happy to see you. thanks for the comment … hope all is well.